n3m0 was furious after the meeting, he headed straight for his computer. I’m leaving this ship, he thought, time to write a resumé. He whipped up notepad.
After twenty minutes he was still staring at a completely blank screen. He wrote “bush hid the facts” saved and closed the file. When opening it again he laughed at the results. I’m going nowhere with this.
n3m0’s financial situation was a disaster at best, in reality he needed any kind of job he could get. I refuse to spend my days in the land of always helpdesk. He had even taken a few mcp exams to please his evil overlords and now this!
According to his calculations he would last just over eight weeks without a steady income. A few things would have to be sold on eBay in order to buy food during that time.
After surfing job sites for an hour, n3m0’s hope was quickly fading. I might have to work at Beateval while I’m looking for another job. n3m0 felt like screaming out loud.
The thought of working from home had crossed his mind many times but he just wasn’t landing enough jobs to afford it. n3m0 always got the feeling that he was lowest down on the food chain both at work and among his online friends.
It was just minutes before five and n3m0 had “worked” enough for the day He was out of the building before the computer had finished shutting down.
At home he logged in to his online bank. I wonder how hard it would be to set up a phishing site, n3m0 thought as he saw his balance.
Seeing that orion was online he shot of a ping.
It took a few minutes for orion to answer.
n3m0: with a job?
n3m0: anything for me?
n3m0: come on man, anything?
orion: no, listen I’m busy
n3m0: You hardly never have anything for me anymore
orion: bull, I gave you a job just a few weeks ago
n3m0: But that was just a joke, you said so yourself
n3m0: what do you mean so!? It was a joke
orion: you took the money
n3m0: it was $800!!!
orion: not my problem, by the way when was the last time you shared a gig?
n3m0: screw you!
[tags]security, stories, fiction, insider threat[/tags]